I’m happy. I don’t really know why, but I feel really good. My life is going well and I’m just… happy!

Maybe it seems strange to you that I would talk about happiness this way, but I am so grateful for the happy days that I have to express it.

I’ve talked before about depression and the effects it’s had on my life at different times. I never know when it will strike again. And the bitch about depression is the fact that you don’t know that it’s happening to you until it’s got you by the throat.

You wake up one day, look around you and wonder how your world has become so dark, bleak and unforgiving. You know you have many blessings and many good things/people in your life. But the depression robs you of the ability to find joy in these things.

The joy you once found in music, or writing, or singing, playing the bongos, or anything else that gave pleasure is gone.

Depression creeps in and wedges into the little cracks and crannies of your life until it’s a full blown Dragon sitting on your chest.

The other thing that depression can do is make you immobile. I don’t mean that you suddenly can’t walk. What I mean is that the day to day things that used to be so easy are now mountainous to you.

The simple act of washing those few dishes in the sink, or taking that load of laundry out of the dryer, are acts that are just too hard to deal with at the moment.

Just existing is difficult.

You stop interacting with other people and you isolate yourself. Dealing with others is again, just too difficult. When you are in a full on assault from depression, you put on a brave face, so people don’t see.

Then you isolate yourself even more.

It becomes a terrible cycle. The more you isolate yourself, the worse your depression becomes. The worse your depression becomes, the more you isolate yourself.

People who have never experienced this don’t understand it.

Then one day, you’re looking out the window and suddenly the colors are more vibrant, like someone lifted the film from the window so that you have a clear view. You WANT to go for a walk, or wash the car, or visit family. Out of the blue you realize that you’re singing along with the radio. One day you’re sitting at the keyboard and realize that you’re WRITING again!

And just like that, you’ve made it through. The depression has passed. Maybe you had a change in medication, maybe you’ve had a change in your life, or maybe you just rode the wave. Whatever it is, it’s gone.

Will it be back? Will the dragons come creeping in the night to hide under my bed, waiting for their chance? I don’t know.

I DO know that today, I am happy and for that I’m grateful!

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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in on line journals, such as, Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society.Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

35 Responses to If You’re Happy And You Know It

It’s great to read about someone who’s happy for a change. Depression and chronic pain change people, like me, and the negativity seems to outweigh positive thinking for a chance to even feel happy. Great post. 🙂

Sometimes you have to hold onto those moments, and it can be hard work being happy. I’m glad things are going so well. And while I didn’t plan this…or I did I…no, no I didn’t.
But I digress, I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award.

Oh, don’t I know it! I’ve been off work for the past year with anxiety and depression. I have good days and bad. I am slowly getting better.
Thank you for this post, it is such an encouraging read! I’m glad you made it through the other side 🙂

I agree 100%. I am very open about what I’m going through, I don’t want to be all hush, hush lol. Too many people need support and the more open we are about it the easier it will be to come forward and get help.

very encouraging read. There are a lot of stressors in our western culture that play on our emotional health. If we are predisposed to depression, then it takes a community (our loved ones, friends, co-workers, faith community) to nudge us to get help (and they provide support). (I have a friend where it is now routine that we hike, or camp, or go to breakfast, when he would otherwise prefer to remain in bed. And medication. )

Wow Penny. I have never heard a bout of depression so accurately summed up before. It’s like you’re living inside my head (going through a patch at present). This is amazingly awesome to read. Thank you.

oh Jess, thank you! You have been SO sweet to me! I’m sorry to hear you’re going through a bad time. If you ever need to communicate about it, shoot me an email anytime. And thank you so much for your kind words! I felt that people need to know what it’s like.

Thanks Penny. Being the insufferable INFJ I am, I don’t let a lot of ppl know about the turmoil in my brain. My doc has suggested seeing a psychologist. I said sure, but make sure they know how to dig because I don’t like opening up! Remember that picture of the can being opened?? 😉